This one has a painful story behind it. This happened...like 7 years ago or so, as far as I remember...

So the artist of this, his name was Chris. I can't remember his last name, it's been so many years... I hate that I can't remember...

Well Chris was SUPER nice to me and drew me this fan art and adored me so much, and I just didn't appreciate it... I was coming off a very abusive relationship and thus was very prone to just being an arrogant jerk as some kind of self protection or something, I don't know how to put it. But I remember, not appreciating this, just throwing it into the "oh this art isn't very good" folder, cuz I was too obsessed with super high quality digital stuff and felt traditional art was crap. Oh how wrong I was.... I've done a lot of growing and changing since then... Art is no longer a status thing or for attention or whatnot. It's memories I hold on to...

Well, one of the sparking moments when I began to change, and learn to look at things more deeply and appreciate anything that's given...was when Chris was hit by a car...and died...

His mother had to tell me...

It hurt. I felt like a rot asshole. and I was. My past is full of bad decisions, and I've learned from them...painfully

I wish I could go back and tell him how much I love and appreciate the time and effort he put out in making this just cuz he thought I was amazing. I should have appreciated his time. I shouldn't have been an arrogant picky prick.

I've grown, and changed, through so much pain, and wish I could change the past, but I can't. All I can do is keep moving forward and try to make the future brighter for others.

Cuz if you live for only yourself, you aren't really living.

Make others happy. Smile. Laugh. Cherish them. Cuz they may be gone at any moment.

I've already lost 7 family members as well...and it never gets any easier.

Thanks for reading...